08-11-2018, 06:39 AM
(This post was last modified: 08-11-2018, 06:50 AM by Rowan Finnegan.)
Rowan’s eyebrow quirked and a sly smile crept across her face as Mikhail strode brazenly into the Circle and right up to her. Erzulie flowing steadily through her veins, a calm mountain breeze carrying threads of power through her, enabling her to change the world at her whim. This too was by her own whim. Mikhail approached her because she wanted him to approach her, why else would he be allowed to enter the Circle so freely? The Circle was sacred, it held power like no other; amplified it even! Whenever Rowan had performed a full ritual, Circle and all, the results were always magnificent.
Mikhail propositioned her for a dance. Of course, he would. She willed him to. This was the power of the Loa! One just had to talk to them, invite them into their body and let the power take hold. Surrender to it and the world could be yours! It was sweeter than a lovers touch and more tender than a mother’s kiss, it made life worth living, something Rowan sooner die than lose. How she hadn’t discovered it earlier in life, she would never know.
Her partner was taller and broader than her, he smelled of booze. All the better. It only meant that it would be easier for the Loa to ride him. Easier for the magick to flow. Oh, this Mikhail, what a blessing. He just had to speak with the Loa, know the secrets of Voodoo; seen the gifts of Damballah Wedo, feared Chango, and felt the undercurrents of Yemaya. This was a man she had to get alone, she had to pick his brain. Perhaps after all the magic was done, she would take him to the bar for a pint or two. Then he would talk most freely. She was sure of it.
“That is why I called you here, Mikhail. Let your mind run free and lose yourself. With me,”she spoke in that same siren song, urging him with her eyes and her tone to run wild with it; let the music consume.
The drums slowed to a steady, hard beat; thick and bold, resonating over them like the arm of Erzulie herself. Rowan began a wild dance around Mikhail, writhing up and down his leg, swinging her head about, and throwing her arms wildly. It was primal and raw. Not conventionally sexy, but there was a particular energy about it that was invigorating. Mikhail didn’t even have to dance if he wanted, Voodoo or no, he really could’ve just taken it all. It was up to him to jump into the chaos.
As Rowan danced, flowers sprang up at her feet, pushing through the cracks of the paved ground. The Veve’s, Voodoo symbols that invoked the Loa, on the ground splintered as roses, lavender, and magnolia blossoms pushed through and sprang up in the moonlight. Rowan took no heed, stomping on a few of the blooms in her dance, their petals swirling about in her frantic dance.
“I know what you are, Mikhail. And I think you know what I am too,” She breathed in his ear before dropping low and then rising along his side, hands fluttering about the flaming halo that stood stark against his head. She was not shocked. She knew. As soon as she saw him she knew.
The entire audience gasped in unison. That pleased Rowan. She had done well. The Loa had done well. This was her thirteenth ritual and finally, someone had shown up that could do the impossible; one that could commune with the Ancestors. She had so many questions for him. Hopefully, he had the answers… If he was a dud… Rowan banished the thought. Of course, he could teach her something, the Loa had brought him to her, after all. There was a murmur throughout the crowd again, a few shifting uneasily. Rowan noted at least three other men perking up as if making to enter the circle. But they knew better.
Rowan had found what she had been looking for, and unless another Channeler popped up in the crowd, she would be dragging this man away for further questioning. Not that she thought it would be hard, he was giving her that look after all. She had been counting on that.
What a fantastic night this was turning out to be. Erzulie swelled in her again and she danced.
Mikhail propositioned her for a dance. Of course, he would. She willed him to. This was the power of the Loa! One just had to talk to them, invite them into their body and let the power take hold. Surrender to it and the world could be yours! It was sweeter than a lovers touch and more tender than a mother’s kiss, it made life worth living, something Rowan sooner die than lose. How she hadn’t discovered it earlier in life, she would never know.
Her partner was taller and broader than her, he smelled of booze. All the better. It only meant that it would be easier for the Loa to ride him. Easier for the magick to flow. Oh, this Mikhail, what a blessing. He just had to speak with the Loa, know the secrets of Voodoo; seen the gifts of Damballah Wedo, feared Chango, and felt the undercurrents of Yemaya. This was a man she had to get alone, she had to pick his brain. Perhaps after all the magic was done, she would take him to the bar for a pint or two. Then he would talk most freely. She was sure of it.
“That is why I called you here, Mikhail. Let your mind run free and lose yourself. With me,”she spoke in that same siren song, urging him with her eyes and her tone to run wild with it; let the music consume.
The drums slowed to a steady, hard beat; thick and bold, resonating over them like the arm of Erzulie herself. Rowan began a wild dance around Mikhail, writhing up and down his leg, swinging her head about, and throwing her arms wildly. It was primal and raw. Not conventionally sexy, but there was a particular energy about it that was invigorating. Mikhail didn’t even have to dance if he wanted, Voodoo or no, he really could’ve just taken it all. It was up to him to jump into the chaos.
As Rowan danced, flowers sprang up at her feet, pushing through the cracks of the paved ground. The Veve’s, Voodoo symbols that invoked the Loa, on the ground splintered as roses, lavender, and magnolia blossoms pushed through and sprang up in the moonlight. Rowan took no heed, stomping on a few of the blooms in her dance, their petals swirling about in her frantic dance.
“I know what you are, Mikhail. And I think you know what I am too,” She breathed in his ear before dropping low and then rising along his side, hands fluttering about the flaming halo that stood stark against his head. She was not shocked. She knew. As soon as she saw him she knew.
The entire audience gasped in unison. That pleased Rowan. She had done well. The Loa had done well. This was her thirteenth ritual and finally, someone had shown up that could do the impossible; one that could commune with the Ancestors. She had so many questions for him. Hopefully, he had the answers… If he was a dud… Rowan banished the thought. Of course, he could teach her something, the Loa had brought him to her, after all. There was a murmur throughout the crowd again, a few shifting uneasily. Rowan noted at least three other men perking up as if making to enter the circle. But they knew better.
Rowan had found what she had been looking for, and unless another Channeler popped up in the crowd, she would be dragging this man away for further questioning. Not that she thought it would be hard, he was giving her that look after all. She had been counting on that.
What a fantastic night this was turning out to be. Erzulie swelled in her again and she danced.